Every once in a while there are times when someone is sad…extremely sad. That extreme sadness seems to come out of nowhere until it starts to affect what you do everyday – you seem to be apathetic to your surroundings, the things you found hilarious don’t seem to be doing it for you anymore, there are weird aches in your body and you just feel tired all the time to the point where you don’t even want to get out of bed. That extreme sadness begins to change the way of how you think too – you somehow begin to think the future is a bad thing, that whenever something good happens it turns into something bad, thinking of ending your life seems to be a good idea and a benefit to many. This seemingly endless extreme sadness last weeks, months, even years so you try to fill that void with drugs, alcohol, meaningless sex or shopping sprees to get a high that would make you forget the bitter reality you call life for a little while and then wake up the next morning doing the same thing again but the feeling that you’re trying to get rid off doesn’t seem to go away. One thing led to another, another decision turned into a consequence, something happened beyond your control and now, you’ve ended up in this state: a seemingly endless sadness that made you feel miserable and dying a little inside, like life was siphoned out of your being. That’s what’s depression is in the simplest sense I can ever put into words. Not all of us have been there but I bet a lot have been there.
People glorify it nowadays because love and depression is what makes art beautiful. Someone gets frustrated and no other forms of release seem to get them off that state so they express themselves in creative ways hence, art. But what is it, really? What really is depression in its most logical sense? It is a mental disease, something that needs to be treated. I don’t think I can ever live a time where thinking about killing yourself or letting yourself die everyday would be acceptable in a society, to think that life in misery is a beautiful one. Like diabetes, like cancer, like the common cold, depression is an intrusive and irritating disease that doesn’t have a cure. It’s a disease we’re trying to cure, believe me. The more we try to understand what it is, the closer we are to working a cure. The human body is made to survive, not to self-destruct. The glorification of a debilitating disease is a slap to people who have to suffer it harder than most.
Sadness is one thing, depression is another. Depression is a prolonged state of sadness until it manifests itself physiologically and psychologically. It never is a beautiful thing. If anything, it is a painful thing. it robs you off the quality of life, your happiness, your fulfillment as a person moreover, it affects people around you; the people you care about. But the question is: should one feel guilty for being depressed? I think the most logical answer is no. The human body is a beautiful thing. It is sort of like a machine that can take care of itself but, like any other machines, it can’t always perform perfectly. There are things in it that is bound to go wrong sometimes that’s why we get sick. We can’t always cope with everything all the time. We aren’t exactly all limitless, there are times we are vulnerable too. Afterall, nature isn’t always perfect.
There are a few things I would like to say to people who are depressed and one of them is: try. I know, it doesn’t sound easy. Believe me, I really know. Maybe someone is at the point where they just want to end their lives and get it over with. What is another week if you’re going to end it all anyway? Maybe you should try asking someone out, maybe you should try getting the body you want, maybe you should push yourself harder at work, maybe you should try a new hobby. it doesn’t cure depression but you can definitely figure out something in yourself that you probably never have before. Don’t you think it would make you happy to look back at your old life and say ‘wow, I never thought I could do this. I’m glad I tried.’ Another thing is: talk. Humans are social animals, we depend on other human beings to survive in one way or another. Humans are emotional creatures too. We have sympathy, empathy, and compassion. “No man is an island,” they say. Asking for help to carry your burden is not always a bad thing. Lastly: think. Is there anything you can do to improve your current state right now? The answer would most likely be yes. Think about the things you always wanted to do, the people in your life that need you and the people you might meet. You can always change yourself and be an agent of change, to improve your life and others’. Isn’t that a nicer thing to think of than killing yourself? We all die in the end, that is inevitable. Why not contribute something to improve someone’s life, your family, your friends, your community?
Depression is a disease that gives you two choices: either you let it consume you or you can do something to work against it. Life isn’t exactly the most beautiful thing ever because problems and obstacles come our ways that seems to increase in difficulty as we advance through life but such is life and life is meant to be lived, not spent in misery.
Storms always pass.